Recently, I’ve been in the market for a car, and shopping for one has ranked right up there with the time I had a root canal, my last pap smear, and that night I spent projectile vomiting. Because I’m doing it alone, other than with the help of a car-savvy guy who lives in another…
Bonus points for that brow cred.
Exceptions made for Josh Duggar, who need only write a note of apology to Jesus H. Christ.
Somebody call the wahmbulance.